Chapter 63 (EPOV, y'all)
My lady fair and I stood waiting to take our turn to walk down the aisle. I turned to her to express my appreciation of her beauty by saying, "Bella, you are the vision of..."
"I suggest you say a Pepto Bismol bottle. If things like loveliness, perfection or beauty start coming out of your mouth then I won't speaking to you for a week."
"That's fine, because I still can gaze at your beau..."
She glared at me. It was adorable. "Next I take away kissing."
I tried again. "I don't see how you don't see your amazing spirit and how gorgeous..."
"I guess you really don't like my breasts."
Those beautiful, soft pillows that I dream about? I adore them!
"You know I love them!" I exclaimed.
"Too bad. No touching those if you keep this up." She actually smirked.
And en garde, my lady! We will be fencing with our tongues so I can win your amour!
"You'll be missing out too, Bella. You always do this little kittenish mewing sound when my mouth is on you." I smirked. I finally left her speechless.
Maybe not, because she smiled. Really smiled at me. It was beautiful.
"I suggest you stop or this mouth will never, ever go near a certain appendage again. Got it, kid?" She hid her hand behind her bouquet and squeezed that appendage. Hard.
"Yes, Ma'am," I squeaked. I really kind of liked that.
We walked or, I should say in my love's case, tripped down the aisle.
"Mother fucking, damn fucking shoes from hell. Stupid Trailer..." she muttered loudly down the aisle.
I loved that girl and her cursing. I really, really did.